Slaying the God of War, the Right Eye of Fate

In a mysterious space.

Six figures gathered around a planet before them.

Among them, a burly figure adorned with war tattoos growled irritably at the others, "What's the point of wasting time here? Death has fallen, which means that mortal has used the Power of Night to absorb divine energy!"

"If we give him more time to grow, we won’t even be able to look down on him anymore!"

"Fine! I’ll suppress my divine power and descend into that world. I’ll deal with that mortal and Leng Qingqiu myself!"

"Now that the world’s power limit has been raised, as long as I’m careful, I won’t shatter it!"

Hearing this, the other four showed slight reactions.

The main reason they had avoided entering that world in their true forms was because it was merely a fragment. If a native broke through their limits, that was one thing.

But if outsiders like them forced their way in, the world would be destroyed outright.

And their master—the Heavenly Dao—had ordered them to protect this last remaining fragment.

But now, with the world’s power restrictions loosened, they could theoretically enter in their true forms as long as they suppressed some of their divine energy.

However!

They were gods, each brimming with pride.

How could they stoop to suppressing their power just to kill two insignificant insects?

Divine descent was already the furthest they were willing to go.

And yet...

As [War] had said.

With Death’s fall, that mortal who obtained the dagger must have absorbed divine energy through it, forging a divine spark.

If they let him grow any further... the tragedy of the gods’ fall might repeat itself.

At this thought, the other four turned to the figure covering its right eye and asked solemnly, "Fate, what do you think?"

The being known as Fate remained ethereal and expressionless. Only when questioned did it reveal a hint of something inscrutable. "Fate is blurred."

"War, you can try. Consider it paving the way for us."

War snorted and stood up, casting a disdainful glance at Fate. "That’s it? You can’t even see this much? I don’t know why the master entrusted you with that power!"

Fate smiled without a word.

War swept his gaze across the others. "What about you? Coming with me?"

"War, are you an idiot? One foreign god is already the limit. Two would destroy the world!"

"Exactly. Go alone this time. Unless... you’re scared? I could reluctantly descend if needed."

War’s expression darkened. A surge of violent killing intent erupted from him. "Hah! Me, scared? Just watch! I’ll be the one to kill this era’s Night King and Leng Qingqiu!"

Whoosh!

With that, War transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the world.

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At the same time.

Gu Yan’s figure darted and flickered through the skies above the Forbidden Zone of Monsters.

He hadn’t left Wang Yulan’s side for no reason—he had sensed an all-too-familiar presence.

A god’s aura.

His expression remained calm as he raced toward the source.

This aura was far stronger than the Death God who had descended before.

Could it be... a true divine body had arrived?

Only one presence. So just one god.

Whoosh!

The Evil Code flew out from Gu Yan’s body, perching on his shoulder with a grin. "Hehehe~!! It’s the War God’s aura!"

"Devour him, and with Death’s soul-reaping effect, we can create a massive undead army!"

"Gu Yan, hurry up and kill him!"

Gu Yan didn’t respond. His first battle against a true divine body...

Perfect.

A swirling vortex of pink and black energy gathered in his palm.

Let’s test the power of this trace of Heavenly Dao’s might.

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Above the sea.

BOOM!!!

A figure wreathed in flames crashed into the ocean from the sky.

The impact sent towering waves erupting, steam billowing as fire met water, shrouding the area in mist.

Gurgle...

Underwater, the sounds grew muffled. The clash of fire and sea boiled the surrounding waters, bubbles rising in frenzy.

The next moment—

"HAHAHAHA!!!"

BANG!

A human-sized figure burst through the surface, soaring into the sky with wild laughter.

"HAHAHAHA!! FINALLY FREE OF THAT DAMNED PLACE!!"

"WAR! WAR! I’VE COME FOR YOU!!"

The War God’s face twisted with excitement as he threw punches into the air—BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each strike unleashed shockwaves, churning the sea and tearing the clouds apart, creating apocalyptic skies.

"Tch. Only Divine Rank Seven? My power’s been suppressed this much?"

"But whatever."

War’s golden eyes gleamed as he scanned the surroundings with a vicious grin.

"Now... where’s that mortal..."

At Divine Rank Seven, he could instantly locate the Night King’s presence.

Yet—

Thud.

A sudden pang of dread struck his heart.

"Were you... looking for me?"

A cold voice echoed in his ears.

?!

War stiffened, then turned.

There, hovering in the air, was a black-robed figure exuding an eerie aura. On his shoulder perched a grinning ancient tome, and in his hand—a sword.

A sword?

War’s mind raced. Had this era’s Night King switched weapons?

He quickly composed himself, smirking with amusement. "Mortal, you’ve got guts, seeking me out on your own!"

Gu Yan sheathed Phantom Extinction and shook his head. "On the contrary, I think you’re the interesting one."

"What?"

War frowned, confused.

Gu Yan raised his hand. A terrifying pressure emanated from his palm.

Hum.

A swirling mass of pink and black energy coalesced in his grip. He met War’s gaze, his voice indifferent.

"I thought a god descending in true form might actually challenge me. But I was wrong."

"You’re even more foolish than I imagined... arriving in this world with no caution, no restraint."

War stared at the energy in Gu Yan’s hand, a sense of danger creeping into his mind.

What... is that power?

Instinctively, War tensed. He had to strike first!

With a glare—BOOM!

Golden light erupted behind him, countless spectral warriors materializing in a grand, militant display. "Enough talk, mortal!"

"This is my divine might. Crushing you..."

"...will be as easy as squashing a bug!!"

Boom! As the words of war fell, the phantom figures behind him began to solidify, each radiating an overwhelming aura of battle. Their eyes burned with bloodlust, as if they were ancient spirits summoned from forgotten battlefields by the God of War himself.

Their forms varied—some towering, others lean—but all had once been the mightiest warriors of their clans, renowned for their valor and skill!

Now, they had been bestowed with divine power by War, becoming extensions of his own strength!

Boom!

In an instant, the warriors roared and charged toward Gu Yan.

Within moments, he was swallowed by a golden sea of divine energy!!

The corners of War’s lips curled uncontrollably, his eyes alight with manic glee. "Insect, now you understand the difference between a god and a—!!!"

His words were cut short.

Thud!!

A searing pain pierced War’s heart.

What?!

Crack!!

His expression froze as the world around him shattered like glass.

Looking down, he saw an arm impaled through his chest.

Worse yet, his wound refused to heal, as if some force was actively suppressing his divine power.

His energy was being eroded, devoured...

This power... it couldn’t be...

"N-no... impossible!" War muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief and dread.

He knew this energy all too well—it was the power of the Heavenly Dao?!

Then, a cold voice whispered in his ear: "So this is your ability? Pity... Now it’s mine."

War turned his head, his eyes wide with terror.

Somehow, Gu Yan had appeared behind him, his arm buried in War’s chest.

Thud!!

Gu Yan retracted his hand, clutching a golden core between his fingers.

This was... the divine core of the God of War.

"Kehahaha!!! Mine now!!"

With a sinister laugh, the malevolent tome flew forward, its maw gaping wide as it devoured the divine core.

"NOOOOOO!!!"

War’s roar of fury echoed, but it was too late—he could only watch helplessly as his core was consumed.

And then... his body crumbled into ashes before Gu Yan’s eyes.

Gu Yan opened his palm, watching as a wisp of Heavenly Dao energy swirled in his grasp.

A divine being of the seventh rank, in its true form... had fallen in a single strike before the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Of course, the catch was that his attack had to land.

This time, the god had descended in his true form, only to be slain in turn. The other deities would surely grow wary now.

Next time... it wouldn’t be so easy to kill one of them.

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.......

In a mysterious void, four figures stood with grim expressions.

"War... is dead?"

"How? His presence has vanished completely..."

"Fate, what is the meaning of this?!"

All four turned their gazes toward Fate.

But the golden-eyed entity merely smiled, his expression dripping with mockery. He glanced at them and chuckled softly. "War’s demise was predestined."

"The moment he sought to leave this realm and defy our master’s will, his doom was sealed."

"As for the rest of you... your fates are already written."

"If you wish to change them, then... go and uncover for yourselves what means that mortal used to slay a god."

"Do not fret. Even if you fall, our master can rewrite destiny and bring you back... anew."

Fate slowly lowered his right hand from his covered eye.

Revealing... something horrifying.

An eye filled with swirling galaxies and infinite cosmos.

In an instant, the four figures paled.

"Fate!!"

"You’ve been scheming against us?!"

"Fate!!"

Boom!

The voices cut off abruptly as the four were sucked into the abyss of Fate’s right eye.

He covered it once more with his hand, his lips curling into a smirk.

Mortal... I’ll grant you a little more time to struggle.

Soon...

You’ll learn...

Your ending was decided long ago.

Fate... cannot be changed.